I thought of this scene today. I was visiting a neighbour who has finished up in a dementia unit.
When I arrived they were sitting in a semi-circle listening to some
One lady in the audience repeated the salient words of every sentence the guy said in a sort of far away voice. Another woman asked if he had sold his cats like she had. The guy said that animals can sense Jesus.
I thought, "You won't know if you sold them."
Someone else called out, "I can't hear."
It sort of went on like that.
I wondered about the ethics of trying to convert people who had lost their minds. Really he was just filling their heads with more rubbish.
He played them Elvis singing Amazing Grace. My neighbour sang along. He used to be into Barbershop and still loves a good sing.
I slipped out, back into the real world.